Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2006 20:09:32 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black
Subject: The Dealer, Chapter 1
"Damn, Tony!" I muttered. "Your dick tastes like pussy!" I winced
as I spit his hard, Italian dick out of my mouth.
He gazed down at my kneeling form and shrugged. "I'm married," he
sighed. "What'd ya expect? I gotta service the old lady once in a while
to make it seem legit."
"Geez, Man! Wash it off before you bring it in here," I reminded
him. "That thing's foul!" I added rising to my feet. I flicked at his
right nipple with my right hand and squeezed his pussy-flavored dick with
the other. It was a nice piece, fat like most Italian dicks I'd sucked.
But, it wasn't his dick I was interested in. Since high school, I'd been
sucking him off, bending him over, rimming his ass with a mouthful of his
jizz, and fucking the hell out of his hairy ass with my big, black
horsedick. We both loved this arrangement for the last 10 years.
"You gonna fuck me, anyway?" he smiled, slowly stroking my monster.
"Yeah, Tony, I am. But, because we been business partners for so
long, I'm gonna make sure you get off, too. Tyrone! Get your black ass
over here," I shouted over my shoulder. Both of us stood there nude,
waiting for a similarly naked Tyrone to join us. Tyrone was as loyal as
the day was long. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the string, but he loved
Tony's dick in his ass and Tyrone was the best enforcer I'd ever had. He
was fearless, followed my orders to the letter, and violent. He was also
the best bottom my dick had ever been in. And I'd fucked a lot of guys!
"Yeah, Darrell," Tyrone drawled. "'Sup?"
"You hungry for some Italian dick?" I asked him.
"Always," he responded. He reached over to a nearby table and
grabbed a tube of lube while jacking Tony's hard, fat dick. Leaving the
Italian sausage for a moment, Tyrone lubed up his own deep, pucker hole and
stroked more lube on to Tony's dick. "Need a ride?" he grinned over his
shoulder at his frequent fuck. He bent over in front of my Italian partner
and wiggled his bubble butt. "Deliveries in the rear, Baby."
Tony's thick dick wiped some dick drips against Tyrone's exposed
hole and pushed forward. "Yeah!" Tony groaned. "Best fuckin' ass in
town," he added as his thick post hit bottom. Tyrone takes my 10" by 6"
dick easily, so Tony's 7" by 6" dick is a stroll in the park for my
enforcer. "Plug in, Darrell," Tony smiled at me.
I knelt behind him again and spread his beefy butt. His hole
winked at me as his dick jerked and leaked in Tyrone's ass. With a
practiced tongue, I speared his Italian back door and sampled again the
first ass I'd ever fucked. Just as good as I remembered it, I grinned to
myself.
After getting his hole wet, I stood behind his 5'9" frame and
pressed my fat dickhead against his yielding man-cunt. Tony sighed when he
felt my dick invade his tight ass. Despite being married, he loved man
sex. He could never get enough. And he particularly liked man sex with
black men. That was probably because I was his first fuck, and had
introduced him to several bruthas who liked white boy ass, too.
After each marijuana delivery from Tony, he got paid and he got
fucked. Usually, he got sucked off by me, too. But, today, his dick was
foul, so he fucked Tyrone to get his nut. Of course, Tony didn't mind. He
liked Tyrone's horny ass as much as I did.
My man at the door to the warehouse always checked the quantity and
quality of the weed that Tony brought. I didn't know where Tony got it;
and I didn't want to know where it came from, either. His Mafia
connections were tight, but he could have been free-lancing. The less I
knew about his supply chain, the healthier I was going to be and the longer
my life would be.
My door man would give him a receipt for the drugs that Tony
brought in and then make him strip. Lockers were provided for his clothes
as well as rubber sandals to wear if he came deeper into the warehouse.
In fact, anyone who came into the warehouse was required to strip.
Wearing the provided sandals was optional, but considering the dirt, oil,
and broken glass on the floor, it was a good idea. I wasn't immune to my
own rules, either. I worked naked all day long, just like everyone else.
I wanted no weapons and no hidden wires (thus, preventing recordings of our
transactions by The Man) in my place of business. This way, I got to check
out a lot of good dick and ass, too.
My dealers were carefully selected, too. They paid me promptly and
I provided them with a quality product. They each had their own
territories, they never sold to minors, and they all liked dick and ass.
Tyrone was my enforcer for territory disputes, and monitored and dealt
severely with sales to minors. I never was sure how many of my dealers
were gay. Some may have been on the "down low." Either way, I gotta lot
of good tail and dick.
I'd never been fucked and wasn't about to give my ass up to any of
these losers, even if they were hot, well-hung, and thugged out. Attitude
didn't cut it for me. If they copped some attitude with me, Tyrone taught
them a lesson in humility. He was street-smart, Special Forces trained,
and a dirty fighter. He was only 5'10", but he was built like a brick full
of muscles. If there was any fat on him, I never saw it. I'd installed a
gym for him in my warehouse to keep him toned, strong, and practiced. My
boy could fight with a knife, gun, or ball-point pen. He could make any
object into a lethal weapon, including his hands and feet.
In other words, don't fuck with Tony! Unless, of course, you were
coming at him with a big dick and it was aimed at his ass. He'd bend over
for any man who had at least 8" and most men with less than that. He'd
bareback most men, but not all. He had some kind of 6th sense about who
was HIV+ and who wasn't. He wasn't infallible in that way, but he took
precautions until he had a chance to check them out thoroughly.
Tyrone was also my screener for my street boys who wanted to work
for me. It wasn't enough that they came well recommended. He did further
checking. But, anyone who came in off the street was turned away, unless
there were three bruthas who would vouch for them. And they couldn't be
three guys who hung together regularly.
But, right now, I was gettin' busy with Tony's ass. Each time he
pushed deep into Tyrone's ass, his own butt would squeeze my thrusting
dick. My throbber would jerk and leak precum into his Italian pussy and
lube him up even more. I had a business to run, so I never fucked him for
very long. I wanted to get my nut and pull out. Tony knew that and didn't
object. He loved a big dick like mine in his ass and wanted a load.
Despite our 10 years of fucking, he still knew how to get me hot and get me
off. Today was no different.
In less than five minutes of deep, hard fucking, I was creaming in
his hungry pussy. The fact that he was nutting in Tyrone's ass helped.
Squeezing my dick during Tony's big climax sets my dick on fire. It always
gets me off.
When we all caught our breath, I pulled out and so did Tony. But,
he turned around as did Tyrone. Tony leaned over and sucked on my cummy
dick while Tyrone plugged into his Italian pussy and slipped into his cummy
hole easily. My thick dick had spread him wide enough for Tyrone to go to
the bottom in one plunge. Tony groaned with pleasure at being filled up
again. Tyrone's 9" by 5" dark spear worked its magic.
I gave Tony time to clean my dick off, and then moved away while
the two men continued to fuck. I'd seen it all before and often had pumped
Tyrone's ass while he plugged Tony. But, this was a busy day and I had
other things to attend to.
Knowing that my dealer boys liked to fuck with each other sometimes
after they picked up their stashes, there were two full-size beds in a
small room that used to be an office. I never used it for an office, so
when Tyrone suggested that we could keep some of our "down low" boys
happier if they had a place to fuck with their new friends, I approved it.
He kept the linens clean and changed. Tyrone was my "go-to" guy for just
about everything that needed doing.
Tony had suggested (but only once) that I could be the distributor
for the harder drugs. I told him that I'd never do that and if I were more
forcefully approached on the subject, I'd close up shop and they'd be
flushing the best distributor they had in their network. If someone else
wanted to work my territories with the harder stuff, they were welcome to
it. But, I had contacts with the local County Mountie, and I knew that the
hard stuff was where the pigs had a lot of infiltrators and informers. I
didn't want to be on their radar. I had a good thing going and didn't want
to fuck it up.
One of my contacts with the cops was the brother of a lieutenant in
the County Sheriff's Department. Leonard's brother was privy to all the
moves the county made against drug dealers. He'd casually ask if the
county was still going after only the hard drugs. And he'd always get the
same answer. "There isn't enough money in our budget to do more than that.
And even at that, it isn't enough to make more than a dent." When he'd
press him about marijuana, the same kind of answer came back. "Unless
someone delivers a major supplier to my doorstep, I don't have the manpower
to take that on, too."
So, I was sittin' good.
But, Leonard was becoming a problem for me. It wasn't that he was
a bad dealer, or that he shaved corners, or even that he pushed too hard.
Leonard's problem was me. One of my personal rules was, "Go ahead and fuck
with all your boys if you want to. Just don't get involved!" Perhaps,
more correctly stated, MY problem was Leonard.
Every week when he came in for a pick up, he'd come in and talk to
me, even though he didn't have to. He always greeted me with his 1,000
watt smile and a fully involved boner. At 6'5", 265 pounds, he was three
inches taller and a good 60 pounds heavier than me. And those 60 pounds
were all muscle. He could have taken on Tyrone easily. But, Tyrone would
have probably whipped his tall ass because of Tyrone's experience,
training, and dirty tactics. But, that was never a problem. They always
got along well. The problem was that monster 11" dick of Leonard's and his
high, tight, and hungry ass.
Leonard had come in with great references. Tyrone couldn't find
anything negative about him (other than his negative HIV status) and his
hunger for man sex. Leonard is 19 and I'm 25. I'd started sex with men
when Tony and I hooked up at age 15. Leonard had been fucking everything
in pants from the time he was 12. He'd been a street hustler, a drug
dealer, and a scam artist. His brother told him to cool the scams or he'd
run him in. He got the hint. A gay man in the prison system (even someone
as big as Leonard) was going to be someone's bitch and passed around among
the other inmates. Leonard was selective about his bed partners, even when
he was a street whore. Jail pussy was the last thing he wanted to be.
That's not to say that Leonard didn't bend over. He did! But,
considering his size and dick, he was assumed to be a top by everyone he
met. I thought he was too, until I sucked him off to welcome him to my
"company". After I got his nut, he bent over and took me to the hilt
(admittedly slowly and with a great deal of lube). He was also one of the
best rimmers I'd ever experience. But, when he tried to mount me, I told
him clearly that no one tapped my ass. He backed off, but smiled. I think
he knew even then that I'd been wondering what it would be like to be
fucked by a big man with a big dick like his.
Within a few weeks, Leonard was taking me up the ass easily. We
even took one of the beds and fucked like rabbits. That's something I'd
never done with any of my boys. He asked me to go kick it with him
sometime, but I always told him I was too busy. Besides, I didn't mix
business with pleasure. He challenged me on that silliness. Fucking my
dealers in the ass and getting my nut off was certainly doing just that.
After he asked me the fourth time, I finally agreed to go to dinner
with him. He chose a good Italian restaurant in the `hood and I met him
there at the appointed hour. He'd already been seated. A bottle of
champagne sat in an ice bucket next to our table.
"What are we celebrating?" I asked.
"My two month anniversary with your, uh, company," he replied.
"And that I finally got you away from work into a social setting."
I grinned back at him and sat down. "Have you ordered?"
"No, I just got here myself," he said. "And you are the most
handsome man I've ever known," he added with a twinkle in his eye.
"You hittin' on me, Nigga?" I asked quietly.
"Whatever it takes," he responded. "Sex with you is the best I've
ever had, and you know I started young and have been around." I nodded.
"I want to get beneath that hard exterior and see the man inside."
"You may not like what you find," I warned him.
"I'll take my chances."
"You've been warned."
"I know," he said in a sultry voice. "You've never snuffed anyone,
so you can't be that bad."
"How do you know I haven't?"
"It's not in your nature," he revealed. "The way you make love to
me in the warehouse is not what a violent man does."
"Okay, so maybe I haven't terminated anyone," I allowed. "Maybe
Tyrone has on my orders."
"I've no doubt that he'd do anything you asked of him," Leonard
began. "I've asked around. No one has even suggested that you'd do that,
or order it done. But, I do know that Tyrone can be violent and has killed
before." I nodded again. Tyrone had, in fact, killed many times while he
was in Special Forces. And at my direction, he'd beat the shit out of more
than a couple of my boys who weren't dealing according to company policy.
It wasn't pretty, but there it was. I had an illegal, but successful
company to run. And sometimes, I did require allegiance to my way of doing
things. I'd kept my boys out of jail by keeping my operation a low profile
affair. Those who crossed that allegiance to my way of doing business paid
the consequences.
I changed the subject. "What you doin' selling drugs for me, Man?
You could do just about anything you like."
"The money's good, the hours aren't bad, and I'm trying to build up
enough cash to start my own company," Leonard said.
"What kinda of company?"
"Personal chef to the rich and famous," he said.
"You serious? You a good cook?"
"Yep, serious as my 11" dick," he grinned.
"Yeah, that's serious, aiight!" I laughed with him. "Can anyone
really take that monster up the ass?"
"Sure. Sometimes, it takes a little more time and more lube, but
most guys can take it. Tyrone sure does!" he giggled.
"Tyrone could take a fence post."
"He sure does love to bottom for big dick, don't he!" Leonard
laughed again.
Our waiter took our orders after briefing us on the daily specials.
I went with the proscuitto and mixed cheeses stuffed into a chicken breast
with a side order of spaghetti and the house salad. Leonard ordered the
same, plus a bottle of Lugano white wine he'd found at a local store and
had tried before. As I'm no connoisseur of wines, I didn't object.
The wine was sensational. It went well with everything. He
ordered a second bottle and we got well lubricated before dinner was over.
We skipped dessert. I reached for the check, but he snatched it away from
me, reminding me that he had invited me to dinner. Therefore, he should be
paying.
I nodded my agreement, but promised him a rematch. He grinned and
took my hand after he'd paid the bill. "What got you into this business in
the first place, Darrell?" he pried.
"There were no prospects for college and I didn't have any
particular skills that were marketable," I responded, "so when Tony
suggested we go into a distribution business together, I agreed. If people
wanna buy what I'm selling, I'm not going to refuse their money. But, I did
draw the line at the hard drugs. I knew that was a one-way ticket to the
joint and I didn't wanna be some big, ugly, white boy's bitch."
"Haven't you thought of doing something more legit? You must have
a life goal that's not pushing weed."
"All I've thought of (since I got into this business) was making my
stash of cash and getting out, retiring at a young age, still in one piece,
and owing nothin' to nobody," I admitted.
"You been doin' this for what, 10 years now?" he asked. I nodded.
"You gettin' close to your goal?"
"Depending on the business, I expect to clear enough by the end of
this year to get out and stay out," I said, wondering after I'd said it why
I was revealing all of my plans to this guy I hardly knew (but to whom I
was getting closer than I should).
"And when you do retire, who you gonna turn the business over to?"
Leonard pressed. "It can't be Tyrone. He doesn't have the mind for it or
the inclination. He's a follower, not a leader."
I nodded. "No, not Tyrone," I agreed. I paused and thought for a
moment. "I don't have anyone in mind right now. I don't think any of my
dealers are ready to step up and take over. I know Tony wouldn't be right
for it. He'd be takin' it up the ass instead of paying attention to the
business. But, I've asked Tony to buy me out at the end of this year.
It'll be his problem then."
"He willing to do that?"
"He says he is."
"Having the network of dealers is worth something," Leonard noted.
"You've settled on the buyout price?"
"We haven't gotten that far," I replied. "Just an agreement in
principle."
"You might get enough in selling your half of the business to
retire sooner," Leonard suggested.
"I've thought about that, but not very seriously. You want to buy
it?"
"Fuck, NO!" he retorted. "My sights are on my personal chef
business. Buying half of your business takes me in the wrong direction
altogether. Besides, I don't need the jail time. In this business, you're
skating on thin ice all the time. You have contacts in the Sheriff's
Department, but will they be any good when you're gone? No, this business
is only short-term for me. I'm getting my start-up money in the bank and
I'm jettin'."
"How soon?"
"Another four to six months at the most," he replied.
"You're one of my best dealers. You sure you wanna bail?"
"Oh, yeah," he confirmed. "Despite my brother's connections, I'm
not gonna tempt fate."
I thanked him for the dinner again and rose to leave. My balance
was off, so I sat down again. "Perhaps, I've had a little too much of that
terrific wine of yours," I smiled.
"Where's your car?" he asked.
"Tyrone dropped me off."
"Where you live?"
"Downtown."
"I live just right over there in that brownstone," Leonard leered.
"You don't seem to be in any shape to get your ass home."
"I'll be fine," I asserted. "Just call me a cab."
"I'll call you a cab, but, I'll go with you," he insisted. "I
doubt if you could find your apartment."
"It's a condo."
"Whatever."
Leonard asked the waiter to call us a cab, paid the bill, and
waited with me by the door. "You don't have to go with me, ya know," I
blathered. "I can find my way."
"You couldn't find your ass with both hands, Boss," he said,
turning away from me and waving at the cab that had pulled to the curb. He
dragged me into the cab and pushed me inside. "What's the address?" he
asked me.
I gave it to him and he repeated it to the cab driver. "See, I do
know where I live," I slurred. "I can do it myself."
"Perhaps. But, I'm not taking any chances."
The guy must have a cast iron stomach when it comes to alcohol. I
know I didn't drink as much as he did. I think, anyway. But, I never was
able to hold my liquor.
When we arrived at my high rise, Leonard paid the cab and pulled me
toward the building.
"Are you okay, Mr. Turner?" the doorman asked, barring our way.
"Yeah, Frank. I'm fine. Just a little too much to drink.
Leonard's gonna help me get home," I managed to say without too much
effort. The doorman let us pass, and Leonard acknowledged the gatekeeper.
"Thanks, Man," Leonard whispered. "Which condo is he in? I don't
think he's firing on all cylinders."
"Fifteen Fifteen," Frank replied.
Leonard thanked him again and pushed the elevator call button.
"You gonna make it, Darrell?" he asked solicitously.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little wobbly."
"You aren't gonna be sick, are you?"
"Fuck, no! I'm fine. Sorta," I slurred leaning against him. "I
just had a little too much wine. I'll be fine after a few aspirin and a
good night's sleep."
The elevator car arrived and we walked in. Leonard pushed the
button for the 15th floor. I leaned against him and thanked him for being
helpful. I also tried to explain that I hardly ever got like this. I knew
I had a low tolerance for alcohol, but I didn't think I'd had that much
wine. Leonard just grinned, but said nothing. He'd probably heard it all
before.
I fumbled in my pockets for the keys, but kept coming up
empty-handed. "I know I have my keys with me," I muttered.
"Let me help," Leonard said. I was wearing a pull-over Polo shirt
and slacks. The only pockets I had were in the pants. Rather than try to
awkwardly get them out of my pockets standing in front of me, he stood
behind me and reached around in front. His big hands slid into the pockets
and fished around. I wear no underwear, so he grabbed my dick on his first
plunge in. "Pardon me," he laughed. "That's the key to my ass, not to
your condo."
I giggled and rested my head on his broad shoulders. I had but two
keys on my key ring: one to my condo and one to the warehouse. He kept
working his hands through both front pockets, sliding his fingers over my
hardening dick repeatedly. By the time he'd located the keys in a part of
the pocket that had folded over, my dick was almost fully hard. Knowing
me, it was surely leaking precum already.
Extracting the key, he inserted it into the door lock and pushed it
open. He guided me inside and switched on the light. "I see that the drug
business pays very nicely," he smirked. I ignored his observation.
Leaning against him, I pulled off my shoes and tossed them into the
closet. Standing straight up again, I said, "I can do it all from here,
now. Thanks, Leonard."
"You going to bed now?"
"Nah, too early," I sighed, sitting down hard onto the sofa (more
like, fell backwards on to it).
"Let me make you some coffee and get you that aspirin you were
talkin' about," he suggested.
I waved toward the kitchen and sat back. He rattled around in the
kitchen, finding what he needed to brew a small pot of coffee. Then, he
went into the bathroom and found the aspirin. "It takes four aspirin to
knock this down; so I don't have a headache tomorrow morning," I shouted in
his direction.
"Okay," he replied coming back out of the bathroom. He'd brewed
the coffee strong, figuring I needed it. He popped himself a soda and sat
beside me, as I sipped the hot beverage and tossed back the aspirin. "You
sure are an easy drunk," he smiled over at me.
"I'm not a drunk!" I answered loudly. "Just a little susceptible
to modest amounts of drinkies," I giggled.
Leonard laughed. "Whatever, Man."
"Too hot in here," I said, feeling the first flush of alcohol being
burned by my metabolism. "Turn down the thermostat, Leonard, please," I
directed, nodding toward the far wall. He rose and fiddled with the
temperature setting. Meanwhile, I'd peeled off my Polo shirt and my socks.
I rose to go to the bedroom to get some shorts, but fell back on the sofa.
Luckily, I'd set my coffee mug down. "Oops," I giggled.
"Whatcha need, Boss?"
"I was gonna go find something cooler to wear, some shorts or
something," I replied.
"I'll get it for you," Leonard suggested.
"You don't know what to get. Help me up," I beckoned. Leonard
gave me his hand and I grabbed on to it. He pulled me up and got me
steadied. "Thanks," I muttered.
He walked beside me, making sure I didn't tip over, but I was
getting steadier, I thought. We walked into the bedroom together. I bent
over and pulled out a middle drawer and kept right on leaning, finally
crashing my head into the top middle drawer. I snapped up and staggered
back. "Fuck! That smarts!" I snarled to myself.
Leonard tried valiantly not to laugh. "You go sit down," he said
struggling to keep a straight face. "What did you want out of here?" He
stood aside so I could peer into the open drawer.
"Get me the blue shorts," I said, pointing toward the left side.
He retrieved them and held them out to me. I was still rubbing my
forehead when I looked up into his smile. He was laughing at me. The
humor of the situation hadn't escaped me. I smiled back. "If you stand
again, you'll probably fall down," Leonard said, moving toward me.
"Will not!" I insisted. I stood up and immediately fell backwards
on to the bed, again. "Well, maybe I'm not ready for prime time," I
acknowledged. I lay back on the bed, unbuckled my belt, slipped the zipper
down, and lifted my legs. Leonard pulled at the cuffs and my pants came
off.
"I know this is neither the time, nor the place for this, but damn!
You got the hottest body and dick I've ever seen," Leonard sighed. I
looked up at him and followed his gaze. My dick was throbbing against my
abs, dribbling precum in copious quantities.
"Never too blasted to get it up," I smiled back.
Leonard threw my pants over a chair and knelt between my legs. With
his right hand, he lifted my dick off my stomach and aimed it at his mouth.
His tongue darted out and lapped up the dripping dick dew.
I moaned. He'd sucked my dick many times, but this somehow felt
better. My hands moved to his head and encouraged him to push my dick
farther into his mouth. He complied, sliding the dickhead down his throat
and munching his full lips along my thick shaft. He inhaled my musk and
sighed; then, pulled off for a moment.
"This gotta be the biggest dick I've ever sucked on. Or sat on," he
grinned at me. He quickly pulled off his clothes and went back to
business.
I didn't want to cum, yet, so I pulled him off and told him to get
up on the bed with me. "I wanna suck your dick, too," I said. Rapidly, he
climbed on to the bed and we moved into a 69. But, his dick is so long and
fat that I had a hard time getting more than a few inches into my mouth.
It was far too thick to get down my throat, especially after I'd been
drinking. I might upchuck!
So, I spit out his dick and pushed his body forward. My face found
his ass and I burrowed my nose and goatee into it. I sniffed and licked
and rimmed him until he couldn't stand it any longer. "You gotta fuck me,
Man!" he begged. His oral manipulations of my dick had me close to
triggering a climax. I was more than happy to delay that moment and get my
nut in his ass, instead.
Leonard turned around and pushed his asshole against my throbber.
"You gotta have lube around here somewhere. This monster's gonna need some
help," he added, squeezing my achingly hard dick with his right hand. I
motioned to the nightstand a couple of feet away. He rolled off the bed
and found the lube. Jumping back on the bed, he pumped out several
dollops. His fingers greased up his manhole. The excess, he spread over
my towering 10" dick.
With his practiced 19 year old ass hovering over my upright organ,
he slowly settled down on to it. His sphincter yawned open and swallowed
five inches of hot dick before he slowed down. He pulled back slightly and
moaned. "Yeah, Baby! Hit that magic button," he crooned. His 11" dick
jerked and drooled precum on to my abs each time my big dick hit his
prostate.
I pushed up with my hips and down with my hands on his quads. His
ass ate more inches of butt stretcher. With one final push, he sat on my
pubes and ground his ass into my groin. If I hadn't spread my legs at the
last moment, he'd have crushed my full, bull nuts for sure.
"Yeah, Man. Take it like a man!" I groaned.
Leonard wiggled his ass and stirred his insides, hitting his
prostate repeatedly. My hands moved from his quads, up his cobblestone abs
and rested on his granite-like, square pecs. He moaned and bounced harder
on my dick when my fingers found his erect nips and pulled gently on them.
"You gonna make me cum, Bruh!" he warned.
"I'm not doin' nothin'," I lied.
"Fuckin' my ass with that big dick and hitting my joy button is
enough to make me spray a load. But, workin' my nips like that is pushin'
me much too fast," he groaned. "I'm gonna squirt!"
I leaned forward and captured his dew-covered dick with my lips.
He rode forward on my dick, leaving the bloated head and three inches of
dick inside him while pushing his swelling dick farther over my lashing
tongue. His ass gripped my dick hard and cannonballed his ass downward.
His dick sprang out of my mouth and sprayed a creamy rope of jizz in a high
arch that terminated on my goatee. I tried to recapture the shooting tube
with one hand, but it hadn't been necessary. Leonard's ass pulled half way
off my dick, forcing his dick between my lips again. A heavy squirt of
baby gravy splashed over my tongue and down my swallowing throat. He was
having a terrible time trying to get completely impaled on my throbbing
dick or get sucked off. He'd be able to do both if he had more control.
But, like most men when they cum, control wasn't possible. Only jetting
cum was.
When his climax waves subsided, he gently sank back on to my
chewed, sucked, and very hard dick. "You wanna cum in my ass, don't ya?"
he grinned down at me. I nodded and thrust my hips upwards. "Yeah, all
the way in. Plant that seed deep!" he begged.
I didn't need the encouragement, but I did appreciate the approval.
In less than another minute, the combination of his tasty dick gravy and
his eager, hungry ass sucking my dick pushed me into a startling climax. I
had no idea I was ready for a big climax. In fact, I wasn't; but it
happened anyway. My dick swelled and jerked and I lost control. It felt
like gallons of jizz hosed his deep ass. My hands held him down to gain
the deepest penetration.
"Yeah, Nigga! Take it!" I roared as wave after wave of climax
raced through me.
Leonard rode me until my climax waned. Then, he remained totally
impaled, drinking in the last drips of my load. His eyes closed as he
wallowed in the pleasure of a hot, deep fuck.
My eyes closed, too. But, I was exhausted. When he opened his
eyes again and squeezed my dick, my slimy fuck missile fell out of his ass.
"A damned shame," Leonard sighed.
I didn't respond. I was asleep (maybe passed out, but I'd never
admit that).
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